I totally want to see this movie.
No, really.
(P.S.: I’m starting to cater to my international readers by scheduling posts to show up when I’m sound asleep. Because here at yourish.com, it’s all about YOU. Get it? YOUrish.com.)
(P.P.S.: It is so not about you. It’s about me. Me. MEryl. Not YOUrish.)
(P.P.P.S.: Damn. And I’m stone cold sober, and it’s only 12:30 a.m.)
It’s about me? It’s not about me? Aaaahhh! This international reader is so confused!
Seriously … just put up some cat pics every once in a while and I’ll be happy.
I think to train to be a stare-down professional one should force themselves to watch ‘Plan 9 from outer space’ on a continual loop or something of that nature – with out the aid of MST3000 AND without blinking.
Just a thought…
Without blinking? In a long-ago Doonesberry comic strip drug-addled Duke gave a speech about “Our Friend the Amphetimine, or Why Johnny Can’t Blink”.
I agree with Rahel of the Golden Voice, more cat pictures.
Meryl – have you been hitting the catnip?
A little for you – a little for me…
Michael, thank you!
Do they have cash prizes in this sport? If so, I have an idea.
From looking at the contestants I’m going to assume they don’t have their social calendars filled up.
So, the grand champion of that sport is the busty young trollop with the low-cut top. I mean, do you really think those geeks could look her in the eye?
Now I need to find me a busty hottie to manage and I’m off to fame and stardom.
I think I’ll call myself Colonel Homer, and not because I’m some military guy.